No?
Hmmm...that might explain something.
Anyway, that's how I feel today. Like that scene in Back to the Future where a whole cartload of stinky fertilizer is dumped on the guy's new convertible (slick, huh?) and then in the second movie, it happens all over again. Yup, I feel like I've just starred in a movie that was a spin-off of a movie that kind of sucked and was the evil dude whose car just got a bucketload of poop on....twice.
I'm reading EAT PRAY LOVE. It's ironic, I know, and a little too late (cough, four, cough, years) and I'm not reading it just because the movie's coming out (although it does make me want to wriggle in skinny jeans and have that sublimely enlightened expression Julia Roberts has when she eats tart gelato...who gets that stuff anyway? It's gross. And who eats it without the funky spoons???). I've been meaning to read it for a while. Okay, for, like, years, but I got caught up in so much schtuff...Like SO MUCH SCHTUFF.
okay, I must discuss EAT PRAY LOVE. I think that, while I love Liz, I mean, who doesn't, and I totally want to be best buddies with her and eat gelato and pasta all day long (no, really, 1/3 of the book is eating gelato and pasta....hence the EAT), I think she justifies herself too much. No, I'm not talking about the part where she fervently makes out with the tree or the whole LOVE part of the book. I just don't think you have an excuse for eating pasta, pizza, and whatnot and making it seem like the end of the world if you don't, and then going off to India to shed wordly desires. And then back to Bali to wriggle into the worldliness again. It's all so contradictory and so constantly self-justifying that the whole book sounds like WANT WANT WANT and CAN CAN CAN. And then subsequently can't can't can't and won't won't won't.
Not hating on it however, not that I have any right to. I really do enjoy the book and I hope to see the movie....soon....if I don't get caught up into too much SCHTUFF....
smiley/frowny, spoons
